Turnover

I’m turning, turning away Cycling from this world I’m turning, changing perspective On towards new forms I’ve been fading, fading away Getting in touch with finality Cascading, falling away Into the dawn Like it turned on me A crisis, a disease Great power, great range So deafening Turning it over is a blessing More power, more gain More mastery The point of turning’s necessary Been burning, burning away Torchlight from this world Unlearning change of intention No connection to old laws I’ve been hating, wasting away Losing touch with infinity Unblaming, staying away I need to be reborn Like it turned on me A crisis, a disease Like it turned on me A virus of unease Great power, great range So deafening Turning it over is a blessing More power, more gain More mastery The point of turning’s necessary Turning Turning Turn it over Turn it over Turn it over Turn it over Turn it over Great power, great range More mastery More power, more gain There’s more for me Great power, great range So deafening Turning it over is a blessing More power, more gain More mastery The point of turning’s necessary Go! Turn it over Turn it over Turn it over Turning it over